Yesterday Casey and I went to get our Christmas tree. It didn't start off too well. First we went to the place we went last year and had a bit of sticker shock- as well as disappointment in the quality of the trees. We left and stopped at another place on the way back to the apartment- again, the sticker shock. Casey was talking about just getting a fake one, as we had discussed several times, or just getting a pre-cut, but real, one at Walmart or Lowes. As we drove away from the second place, I was in tears. I guess I didn't realize how much a real tree meant to me until then- and how much I really didn't want to get a tree at Walmart, for goodness sakes! While we were at the second place, a woman asked us if we'd been anywhere else and she mentioned a place called Ticonderoga Farms. Well, after the second place we went back to the apartment and Casey looked up more places to go, including Ticonderoga Farms. I was being pouty laying in bed while he was looking all of this up. He says from the other room that "duh, the trees are more expensive because of the drought we've had this year." Good point, I guess. Anyways, a few minutes pass and he comes in with a few sheets of paper and a grin on his face. My spirits lift a little because I can see he's got something in mind he knows will make me happy- his only goal- but I'm still kinda sad about our day so far. We get in the car and head back out. He says that at Ticonderoga Farms, you can cut your own tree- just like back home... as well as being out in the woods... on a dirt road! It may seem silly to be excited about such things, but I'm a Vermont girl- where dirt roads and cutting your own Christmas tree are what I've always known- and it was so sweet that Casey found a place for me to experience these things, even though I'm in Virginia. It turned out that we didn't even get our tree at Ticonderoga Farms, where they charge by the foot and all the trees were tall, but went back to the second place and settled for the most inexpensive, but pretty sh
aped, tree we could find. I was really happy to get the tree back to the apartment and decorated. There is something about a lit and decorated Christmas tree that just makes me happy inside. The memories you share with your family around a Christmas tree from the time you are little. The special ornaments you put up each year- remembering each sentimental moment those ornaments hold. Christmas trees remind me of home and of family. Although I'm away from home, I'm so glad to have Casey to share my Christmas tree moments with for the rest of my Christmases. He really turned a not so great morning into a expression of the love and devotion he has for me. That's a great thing to experience during this season... better than any material present, that's for sure! I also love how he will only put up "us" ornaments- as in ornaments with our names on them. He hangs them next to each other and leaves the rest of the ornaments to me. It's great to share such moments with him- and to eat the yummy pizza he makes while I decorate the tree! That may become a tradition... one that we share with our future family... in our home away from home.
Yesterday Casey and I went to get our Christmas tree. It didn't start off too well. First we went to the place we went last year and had a bit of sticker shock- as well as disappointment in the quality of the trees. We left and stopped at another place on the way back to the apartment- again, the sticker shock. Casey was talking about just getting a fake one, as we had discussed several times, or just getting a pre-cut, but real, one at Walmart or Lowes. As we drove away from the second place, I was in tears. I guess I didn't realize how much a real tree meant to me until then- and how much I really didn't want to get a tree at Walmart, for goodness sakes! While we were at the second place, a woman asked us if we'd been anywhere else and she mentioned a place called Ticonderoga Farms. Well, after the second place we went back to the apartment and Casey looked up more places to go, including Ticonderoga Farms. I was being pouty laying in bed while he was looking all of this up. He says from the other room that "duh, the trees are more expensive because of the drought we've had this year." Good point, I guess. Anyways, a few minutes pass and he comes in with a few sheets of paper and a grin on his face. My spirits lift a little because I can see he's got something in mind he knows will make me happy- his only goal- but I'm still kinda sad about our day so far. We get in the car and head back out. He says that at Ticonderoga Farms, you can cut your own tree- just like back home... as well as being out in the woods... on a dirt road! It may seem silly to be excited about such things, but I'm a Vermont girl- where dirt roads and cutting your own Christmas tree are what I've always known- and it was so sweet that Casey found a place for me to experience these things, even though I'm in Virginia. It turned out that we didn't even get our tree at Ticonderoga Farms, where they charge by the foot and all the trees were tall, but went back to the second place and settled for the most inexpensive, but pretty sh
aped, tree we could find. I was really happy to get the tree back to the apartment and decorated. There is something about a lit and decorated Christmas tree that just makes me happy inside. The memories you share with your family around a Christmas tree from the time you are little. The special ornaments you put up each year- remembering each sentimental moment those ornaments hold. Christmas trees remind me of home and of family. Although I'm away from home, I'm so glad to have Casey to share my Christmas tree moments with for the rest of my Christmases. He really turned a not so great morning into a expression of the love and devotion he has for me. That's a great thing to experience during this season... better than any material present, that's for sure! I also love how he will only put up "us" ornaments- as in ornaments with our names on them. He hangs them next to each other and leaves the rest of the ornaments to me. It's great to share such moments with him- and to eat the yummy pizza he makes while I decorate the tree! That may become a tradition... one that we share with our future family... in our home away from home.
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